Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.